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THE SIGHT- CHAPTER 1: A CONTRACT

 


Seira and Kevin had an argument a few days back when Seira brought her nephew to the house and Kevin got fed up with the kid. Scolding the kid right on the face put Seira in chaos when the kid did not stop screaming. It took them two hours to stop him from crying after which Seira and Kevin broke into an argument. They did not talk to each other for the next few days and they knew the usual theme that it was always Kevin who was at fault and Seira an innocent woman was always suffering because of him, and according to Kevin, he was a usual slave. All the way the battle had a common theme of not talking to each other, Kevin coming late to home, Seira not serving him good food, and both talking to each other like they owe some money to each other and are not getting it back. Why should I say sorry? was the common question in their head. When these two first met, the question was, Why should I talk first? and it was Kevin who initiated it, in both the cases. This time it was nothing so unusual. 

"Hey, Siri, I am sorry for talking rudely that day, it was my bad." and, Kevin finally broke his silence. Siri is her nickname. "That was a bad day, can we be happy?" said Kevin bowing to the love of his life, Siri. "No! it was me," said Seira making puppy dog eyes. What great logic did she have! ' I won't say sorry first, and then when he will say, I will blame myself to be the reason for the argument but, I will never start off,'. "No you are good, it was me!" said Kevin as he usually says, and both hugged each other. Finally, it was a happy family moment. Whoever says sorry first doesn't matter then. And Siri gave Kevin good food too. 

It was December of 2008 and the cold breezes always roamed around the localities. People usually come late to their homes and so did these two. Internet was a really great thing then, and it was emerging. Seira was an internet lover. She used to spend hours and hours on Kevin's personal computer surfing the internet and finding weird stuff. Surfing was usually done at night when her internet used to be fast. It was the same night when Seira and Keving had reconciled when Seira accidentally found a mysterious web page, called, Revenge.com. Seeing the page she burst into a slight giggle for it was something really creative for her. The page was a simple one and contained a large picture of a broken doll sitting in a chair and having tea. The picture was dirty and seemed like it had been torn from the corner. And below it, there was a form. The fillup contained- Name, address, Name of your betraying lover, and a submit button to finish this contract of death. The vision of the website was to help people who's partners are cheating them or betraying them or treating them well. And the conditions were the ghost would help the person in taking revenge by killing the partner but in return, the person needs to allow the ghost to enter their dream while sleeping for their entire life. 

This thing made Seira burst out in laughs when she first saw it, "Hey Kev! see this!" said Seira in Kevin's ears while he was trying to sleep on the other side. "It says that if you want to revenge your partner, they will help by sending a spook!" said Seira and burst out laughing," I am writing your name then!" Seira tried to tease Kevin. "Let me sleep Siri!" said Kevin, and Seira filled up the form. "Look! I've written your name here, I want you to be killed by a ghost!" said Seira with a smirk on her face. And Kevin raised his hand from the quilt and gave a thumbs up. And Siri submitted. "Alright! I did it" said Seira and slept away enter the big quilt and hugging Kevin. 

What do you think? was she wise enough to take this step? because she was now about to know the mistake she had made. 


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